JuliaSmith(i)
1 To the overseer for the silent dove of those far off: to David, a poem in the rovers taking him in Gath. Compassionate me, O God, for man panted after me; warring all the day, he will press me.
2 Mine enemies panted after me all the day: for many warring against me proudly.
3 The day I shall be afraid I will trust to thee.